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Journal pages flip.

As I record

My every aching word

Upon a fleeting script.

Later you can skim the sheets

And see the sixty million ways

I've learned to say nothing.



One day you will catch me on the stage

Rehearsing diary entries

Through thoughts with frames

And stanza blendings.

One day you will listen

To the silence

That I capture

Through a thousand pity lines

With shitty endings.



One day you will leave behind

These little daily diary lines.

And drift away.

Drift away.

As if to say

I've eaten up my time

And you can't read me anymore.

And so I'll bleed upon the floor

If one day you tire

Of my pen...



Journal pages flip

As I record

My every verse

Upon a fleeting tune.

Later you can skim the song

And listen for the scratches

As the record spins

The silence that will loom...